#chuck answers

[gardening--tools]

💌 Post 4 pictures from Pinterest that describe your OC. Send this to 3 other blogs to keep the chain going! ~ (saw this on somebody’s blog and would loveee to see jude’s! 🩷)

thank you for the ask, friend! it was so hard picking only four!!!

[champion-of-love]

post graduation au where hopper and briar finally manage to convince cupid to shoot her shot and cupid finally says fucking sure why the hell not because (1) she's very drunk (the three of them are very drunk) and (2) they're graduated now and she doesn't have to deal with the embarassment of possible rejection unlike when they were still in school and she saw the both of them everyday. so she adds dexter, raven and herself in a groupchat (and briar and hopper for support) and texts: "are you guys looking for a third? 🫣" and goes from 'legally-not-allowed-to-fly drunk' to stone cold sober when dexter and raven start a call in the groupchat

[strappedarchives]

Allen Iverson photographed by Steve Granitz during the 00’ Source Hip-Hop Music Awards in Pasadena, CA - August 22, 2000

[seiwas]

for writing game, iwaizumi + assistance <3

hope this sparks some inspo and thank you in advancee

hi there!! thanks for sending in a prompt 🫶

contains: friends to lovers (ish), halloween parties, reader is dressed as catwoman, expletives, iwaizumi is thiiiiis 🤏 close to murdering seijoh4 (jk)

iwaizumi + assistance

this is a set-up.

iwaizumi knows he shouldn't have fucking believed anything the boys "promised" him back when they assigned him this costume.

the suit is fucking tight, spandex digging into his groins and all other crevices that definitely should be aired out after after a few hours. he's had to constantly readjust his stance almost every few minutes, the black fabric compressing his thighs and torso, significantly constricting the range of motion his shoulders and arms are typically used to. if anything else, it could double up as a back brace from how rigidly straight it's kept his posture all night.

he'll give it to makki though; he did outdo himself sourcing this year's costumes―this batman set looks pretty damn legit.

except for one tiny problem.

there's no fucking pee hole. it's a zip-up, zip-down one-piece situation. and that normally wouldn't be a problem, except that oikawa "accidentally" knocked over a cocktail straight into his pants, the sickeningly sweet liquid now seeping straight into the fabric and past his boxers―cold and sticky as it touches his skin.

and so, the problem: his pants are wet, it makes him want to fucking pee, and coincidentally, the only vacant bathroom is across the hall, at your apartment.

this is why he believes this is a set up. that, and the fact that you're dressed in an outfit strikingly similar―just with cat ears.

he's been asked five times in this party if you're in matching couple outfits.

it catches him off guard, flusters him because of how badly he wants to say yes. but, you're just friends, and he doesn't even think you like him that way (despite mattsun and oikawa practically begging him to confess. makki tells him he thinks you're going to do it first).

so he politely smiles and says no, but you look good, your costume clinging to you in all the right places. thank fucking god he has a cape because he's pretty sure he spent the first 30 minutes in the party hiding his boner.

"hajime, it's fine, i swear," you stand beside him in front of the conveniently locked bathroom in oikawa's apartment. from the other side of the door, he's pretty sure he hears mattsun and his girlfriend mumbling. maybe fucking? who knows. "you can just use the bathroom in my apartment."

he glances at you before closing his eyes, contemplating, before finally agreeing to you.

"okay."

if he's being honest with himself, friends is definitely an incomplete label to what you are. as oikawa's neighbor, you are conveniently around all the time; and oikawa being oikawa, the ever-social butterfly, he's somehow managed to carve a space for you in the friend group.

(never mind the fact that oikawa's sniffed him out from the moment he first introduced you.)

you were a crush, then a friend, and now you're someone he picks up from work and drives back home three times a week, because he "has to train oikawa." you don't question it, even when you both know he stays over for dinner way past the gym's open hours.

"you know where it is," you open your apartment and urge him in.

"sorry again," he turns to face you.

"yeah, yeah, just pee!" you laugh, shoving him towards the bathroom door.

getting out of the suit is manageable, and he's able to wipe off a bit of the cocktail that's leaked to the suit and his boxers just to make sure it isn't gross and sticky when he gets home later. peeing is a big relief once he gets it over with, but it's when he has to suit up again that things become difficult.

stretching out the spandex one body part at a time is a workout in itself―the hardest task being when he has to pull it over his shoulders, adjusting it to fit properly over his arms and chest.

but then the zipper breaks.

and he truly thinks makki has fucked him over.

iwaizumi contemplates what to do next for a good, good while. he tries calling oikawa, only to no success every time; no way in hell is he calling mattsun in the middle of having sex. and calling makki isn't even an option; he'd never hear the end of it.

then you knock on the door, your voice soft and concerned as you ask, "hajime? you good in there?" you hit it spot on, too, "do you need help with your suit?"

iwaizumi presses his palms to his eyes. he's a rational man, straightforward and logical in thinking. there is literally no other option for him right now but to ask help from you. again.

fuck.

.

it's 30 minutes later when oikawa barges in your door, and the sight that greets him is iwaizumi in nothing but a hoodie (the hoodie you borrowed some time ago) and his boxers, with his hands on your waist as you hover your hairdryer over the crotch of his batman costume―cat headpiece off and all.

"you finally got together?!"

[burning-academia-if]

Is it possible to summon a bus with magic and throw it at Lars? I don't know if it is just me, but Lars has a very hittable face

I love angst

Listen, you got one free punch on him. After that, he will hit back lmaO

[livwritesstuff]

Oh!! Follow up to the last one, what’s the most memorable vacation story for each of the family members? Or do they all collectively share one? Also hi! It’s been a min!! You’re doing great!!!

<3 <3 <3

I feel like Eddie’s favorite memories from vacations are from when the girls are little – like, babies little.

He remembers the first time they brought Moe to the beach. She had just passed the ten-month mark, and planning their trip to Maine was one of the first things they’d done when her adoption was finalized a few weeks earlier.

Their first morning in Maine, they woke up early and made the trek down to the little beach nearby. The sky was still hazy, the sand smooth and unmarred from the night’s high tide. Eddie remembers that Moe was dressed in an adorable yellow swimsuit and Steve had valiantly stuck a pink sunhat on her head even though she was pretty much guaranteed to yank it off as soon as the opportunity presented itself, and he remembers that Steve had walked with Moe down to the water, pointing out the seagulls and the shells and the lighthouse all the way down the coastline barely visible through the early morning ocean mist.

Steve put her down right at the edge of the tide, and she’s not quite walking yet so Steve’s still got his hands under her arms as he crouched down to watch Moe's reactions to the waves rolling in. She tried to pick her little feet up above the water at first, but after a moment or two she was squishing her toes in the sand and looking out onto the water with her face looking all inquisitive.

After a couple moments, Steve looked up at Eddie with a soft smile on his face and Eddie’s heart gave a panging throb in the best way because, fuck, his entire world rests within these two people, and he's so damn grateful that he gets to spend his life with Steve, watching their daughter explore the world.

He has that same kind of moment only a few years later with Robbie (who had goddamn hated the beach and there's a special delight in that kind of baby-indignation, as Eddie now knows) and again a few years after that with Hazel.

For Steve, his favorite vacation moments are the opposite – from the later years, when the girls are older, because he’d loved raising babies but the most exciting part of parenthood to him was watching the people his daughters were becoming.

They were hiking a fairly easy trail in Yosemite (because neither Steve nor Eddie’s knees could handle the tougher ones anymore, and even if they wanted to try, Robbie and Hazel’s whining would make it not worth the effort). The girls are a good few paces ahead of them, Hazel and Moe walking hand-in-hand while Robbie argues with them over what kind of bird they’d heard calling a few hundred yards behind them. They’re wearing swimsuits and shorts because Moe swears they’re gonna pass a lake at some point during their hike, and Robbie's got her old Converse on despite the entire family telling her she’d regret it immediately (and Steve’s pretty sure she does regret it at this point, even if she’s not letting on).

Steve didn’t know it, but he was having the same revelation that Eddie’d had seventeen years earlier – disbelief, in a way, at how wonderful his life is and how the vague notion of family that he'd had in his brain at eighteen years old is the life he's actually living now.

[rmbunnie]

I'm reading A Lonely Place of Dying and Alfred latching immediately onto Tim is NASTY work. Tim shows up and is like "I never aimed to be Robin! I mean I did karate my whole life to emulate Robin and just so happen to have sought you out and grabbed this costume in my size out from that case and really you should be calling me Robin just for now and let me come with you as Robin but I never dreamed it would specifically be ME being Robin. You have a lovely house and home btw :) Now go back to being 10." And Dick's understandably like "No I am a grown man now who are you" and Bruce is not here for this one, but later on is like "You aren't Robin, you're some kid dressed up like my dead son." But Alfred?

IMMEDIATELY Alfred is implying Dick was trying to subtly ask Tim to be Robin (simply not true in in NTT 61, when the implication is made, although he changes his mind in Batman 442) and that Bruce should be grateful for this young man's profound bravery and immense natural skill and maybe show him a few pointers or something idk we'll see :) Like let's be clear, the idea that Tim didn't want to be Robin is simply not part of this story outside of like two lines of dialogue where he's like "oh I didn't consider it could be me!" after which he immediately goes "Wow so you ARE gonna let me be Robin right?" the second he sees the opportunity. The guy essentially makes himself Robin once Dick makes it clear he isn't gonna be. Dick tells Tim nobody should be at first (until he changes his mind) but is ignored because Tim doesn't get why and goes with what he understands, his own stance.

I'm of the opinion that the whole "Tim understands that being Robin is an arduous task full of suffering from the start and chooses to bravely yet sadly martyr himself for the cause" thing I see sometimes is strongly disproven, at least in the beginning of his Robin career, by his "Batman NEEDS a Robin (to love and care for and to watch out for him in return :) )" line of reasoning, his subsequent willingness for Anybody to be Robin whether or not it was him (unless he was consciously okay with other children suffering for his benefit which I find really hard to believe,) and his active glee at anything involving being Robin and persistent smiling pursuit of Doing So against Batman's strong disapproval, because he hasn't officially said no (he did several times, but you can't blame a kid for being excited.) Like, I think he said he never dreamed of being Robin just because having a kid come in begging to replace Batman's dead son because it was a personal aspiration would be extraordinarily rude and arrogant and they wanted people to like this one. He was NOT in any way adverse they just couldn't make him THAT presumptuous, and he is by nature of what he's doing already moderately so.

But say it was true, that Tim was actively opposed to being Robin? Alfred would be pushing this shit HARD onto this thirteen year old kid like what the fuck bro. And "From what Master Richard said, he follows your orders." is HEINOUS but let's not get into that.

[mysterycitrus]

Just curious but I don't get why DC fans hate Tom Taylor's guts.

He seems like a sweet guy and I found his work on Nightwing and Superman: Son Of Kal-El to be fantastic. And, no. I refuse to believe he "secretly co-wrote" the hated Ric Grayson storyline or the controversial Superman Unity Saga (where Jon Kent is aged up).

I just don't get it.

if ur sincerely refusing to engage with the documented, legitimate criticism with taylors work that is easy to find online if u decide to look for it then i can’t help u babydoll

[feraltvman]

*looks left*

*looks right*

Hey làcheria

*gives them box*

I got you somw cheesy chuck

Oh also ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

[gardening--tools]

What gifts would companion Jude give? Does affinity affect the quailty of the gifts?

Various voicelines for Jude??

<3

i got so many more asks about this than i expected, and i wanted to answer them all at the same time, but i literally have so much homework, i think i'm just going to have to work on these in between assignments lmao

hii typos <3<3<3

What gifts would companion Jude give?

Jude is a huge pack rat and that wouldn't change as a companion. (It's really funny to me if Jude were like, the most annoying companion in a gameplay sense to travel with. Always full inventory and never with anything you gave her lmao.) She would give the player pieces of various scrap. It could be anything—from a pencil to a microscope to a piece of plastic—and it would be entirely random.

Does affinity affect the quality of the gifts?

Lmao. No <3

She wouldn't start giving gifts until reaching a certain affinity, level though. So I guess, in a sense, yes. Or well, depending on how you feel about being handed random bits of metal, you could argue that the quality actually gets worse.

I'm going to need to sit on the voicelines question! I'll tag u when i answer it <3

[fancyrat89]

CHUCK E CHEESE!!!! Ilove chuck e cheese art omggggg its so yummy this your art is so yummy1!!!! :)

Aw thank you so much!!! 🥹💖

Here’s a little doodle of Avenger Chuck. He’s probably my favorite to Chuck E to draw!

[fluffypotatey]

ok maybe it’s just me but

does this not look like angsty pining being worried over Tommy and wishing he was in Teresa’s place????

[theauthor-of-the-journals]

How much wood would a wood chuck chuck if a wood chuck would chuck wood

A woodchuck can’t actually chuck wood however they are very good at digging and moving a lot of dirt in a day-

It’s just an expression Grunkle Ford. They weren’t actually curious. Dipper cuts him off from his rambling from his knowledge on woodchucks.

Oh. My mistake I guess I misunderstood…

[spikemuths-pride]

hiii marniiiie ! ! how are you doing ?

also is your bro still alive ?

— @hoplaventon

Hey Hop! I'm doing alright, managed to catch the trapinch (it was very cooperative). Still dunno what to do with it, I'd keep it but I don't really have a place for it on my team, and I don't think Piers wants it in the house. How're you? Been up to anything interesting recently?

He is! He's still up there, but that trapinch did NOT bite him hard, it nibbled his hand and he lost his bloody mind! He's just being dramatic, he doesn't need medical attention or anything. The bite didn't even break skin!

Wait, was he chatting with ya earlier? How did he do that? I have his phone!

-🖤 Marnie

[freddy-fazbears-wonderland]

I've gotten so sick of the Rock-A-Fire fandom villifying Chuck that I've HEAVILY considered doing the same with the Rock-A-Fire themselves [minus Mitzi, Choo-Choo, Dook, The WP5 especially Wolfman who's been villified by the RAE fandom enough, and the Moonrockers]. Especially given how Showbiz had a tendacy to crush the smaller chains even more then CEC did, and how The Rock-A-Fire unfairly overshadow literally every other animatronic band. It especially frustrates me given how The Rock-A-Fire not only were the first to do covers, I'd even make the argument that they can be just as hit or miss as some of the competition. The only reason I won't villify the Rock-A-Fire is because I'm not going to stoop to the fandom's level. Sometimes I genuinely wish another of the non-CEC pizza chains [whether it be Major Magic's, Gigglebee's or any of the others] got big instead of Showbiz.

Unfortunately, them not being as big as the Rock Afire Explosion is a blessing in disguise. As much as we wish they got more attention, I can't help but feel like their fandoms would've ended up just as toxic. So even though it sucks that not many people care about the other animatronic restaurants, at least it means those fandoms have less toxic people to deal with. Not 100% immune to toxicity, of course, but still.

I'm glad you're not vilifying them even though the temptation is strong. I think vilifying would be easy, too, considering Aaron. Because he has done weird and problematic shit with the Rock Afire Explosion. [i.e. Having Earl say the N word, a showtape where Rolfe harasses Mitzi and tries to blame her for making the moves on him, using his Billy Bob account to spite Rick Bailey, Beach Bear's voice actor, etc.]

I still love the RAE, but I also don't think being a fan of something means I should turn a blind eye to any negatives.

Speaking of hit or miss covers, having Fatz sing Beat It was a bad idea. I get that he was the most popular character at the time, but I think that song is more suited to Dook, Mitzi, and Beach Bear. Hell, having Mitzi singing Michael Jackson songs would've been perfect since she's established to be a fangirl of his.

But maybe I'm holding the RAE to higher standards because, unlike the Pizza Time Players, they sound like a professional band. That's what got them so popular to begin with.

[skyward-floored]

WAIT WHERE WAS TWILIGHT DURING ALL THIS? DOES— DOES HE COME HOME TO AN EMPTY HOUSE— PEGGY DOES HE COME HOME TO AN EMPTY HOUSE—

- hero-of-the-wolf

@hero-of-the-wolf @asocial-lobster here you go :)

(happens within hours of this fic)

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Twilight heard footsteps.

He groggily opened his eyes, looking around the tiny bunk he slept in while he was on duty. The lights were off, but there was a thin crack of light coming from under the door, and Twilight’s night vision made up the difference. All he saw was the same cramped bed and desk though, and his suit hung over a chair.

The footsteps were outside in the hall he realized, getting closer, and he held back a groan. Great. He was probably about to be dragged on some late-night patrol even though he’d had the night shift last week.

Figures.

Twilight began blinking the sleep out of his eyes as the door slid open, and paused, his senses picking up on a whole lot more people outside than he was expecting. That was way more than a simple patrol would merit, why—

Electricity shot through Twilight’s veins and he cried out, falling out of his bunk and onto the floor.

It was a lower charge, but it still hurt, and as Twilight convulsed with the leftover shock, he felt hands grabbing at him, and something pulling his arms behind his back.

His brain was scrambled from the abrupt awakening and subsequent shock, but he still fought against the hold, panic beginning to hit him. Something cracked him across the shoulders when he tried to fight back, and he cried out as his wrists were snapped into handcuffs.

“Wh... what...” he gasped, and saw through bleary vision his agent step forward, a hint of an apology on his face.

“Link Twilight Forester, you’re under arrest,” he said as Twilight was dragged to his feet, and Twilight stared at him in disbelief.

Under arrest? What— I haven’t done anything, I haven’t even been doing research this shift, and Legend just went on break so it couldn't be his—

Dread washed over Twilight as he thought of his brother, pieces fitting together that he didn’t like one bit.

“Why?” he finally managed to get out, and his agent sighed.

“Treason, apparently, and a long list of other things. Order went out for your whole family. Sorry Link,” he added with a shrug, and it was so casual and uncaring that determination rushed through Twilight, banishing the pain.

He snapped his head back and hit one of the guards in the face, then kicked his legs and took out the two holding his arms. His agent shouted, but Twilight jumped over his arms so his wrists were in front of him, then punched the man in the face, knocking him to the floor before he could shock him again.

Twilight bolted out of his room as one of the remaining men radioed for assistance, and he saw a handful of other supers poke their heads out of their doors as he ran by, woken by the noise. Nobody offered him any help, though he saw some sympathetic looks.

That was all right. He wouldn’t expect any of them to risk their necks for him.

Twilight kept running, ignoring the remaining shake in his legs and the ache in his shoulders, thinking through where the closest exits were. He was sure they’d already blocked off the nearest one, but if he went a bit further away...

Twilight heard a shout behind him and gritted his teeth, pushing himself faster. They wouldn’t be expecting him to go further from the exits, so if he headed for the fancy offices and slipped out there, he’d have a chance.

A small one, but a chance.

Transforming would slow him down, so Twilight kept running as a Hylian, keeping an eye out for a spot to hide. The hallways were gradually getting nicer, fancier lights and bigger windows, and Twilight grew more and more on edge. Any doors he’d tried had been locked so far, and he hadn’t found any exits, or even just a place to hide.

It was a miracle he hadn’t run into anybody yet, but it was only a matter of time. It was early yet, but morning would be coming soon, and with it an influx of people.

None of whom would be inclined to help him.

Twilight turned around a corner and slammed into something, scrambling backwards and cursing himself for focusing his senses behind him and not in front.

He’d crashed right into another super, a bodyguard if the clothes were any indication. The teenager was as surprised as he was, but almost immediately switched to a defensive position in front of his charge, his cerulean eyes blazing. Twilight saw a blonde head peep out from behind his shoulder, looking at him in fear and interest.

Twilight locked eyes with the bodyguard, unsure if he should fight or run, but the decision was made for him when the footsteps of his pursuers thumped quickly in their direction.

The guard’s eyes flicked to Twilight's cuffed wrists, then back at the hallway, and then suddenly he’d grabbed Twilight and pushed him through a door so fast Twilight barely registered it happening.

He fell to the ground with a hiss at his sore body, and heard the door shut behind him, the guard nowhere to be seen. Talking was coming from outside though, and Twilight caught his breath a little, then carefully got to his feet and pressed an ear to the door.

“—super who’s under arrest,” a familiar voice puffed, and Twilight felt some satisfaction at the stuffed note to it. It sounded like he’d broken his agent’s nose. “Did either of you see him?”

“Oh goodness yes, we did!” a feminine voice gasped, sounding the definition of terrified, “he looked half-mad! Isn’t that right, Champion?”

There was a pause where Twilight assumed the super had nodded, and he abruptly realized he recognized the name.

Champion... wait, doesn’t he guard—

“He went towards the main level, you might be able to catch him!” the woman’s voice continued, and Twilight heard some hurried footsteps and the click of a communicator.

“Thank you for the assisdance, Miss Hyrule. You should ged to safety while we deal with this. We’ll try ad flush him out,” the stuffed voice reassured, and loud footsteps pounded past the door and down the hall.

Whoever Miss Hyrule was must have replied, but Twilight didn’t hear it. He was more focused on a different tell-tale click he’d heard, and he had just enough time to shove his sleeve in his mouth to muffle his cry when electricity shot through him again.

The charge was higher this time, stabbing, shooting pain wracking through him, and Twilight bit back his scream as much as he could. He had no idea if his sleeve was even still in his mouth anymore his world was so narrowed down to pain, and when it finally stopped he was gasping for breath, tears in his eyes.

He distantly heard the door open, and the part of him in survival mode let out a snarl. Even if it came out as more of a pained whine, he wanted them to know he wasn’t going down without a fight.

A shadow loomed over him, and Twilight weakly kicked at it, frustrated when it didn’t connect. A hand grabbed his arm, and he tried to lunge away, still shaking from the most recent shock.

“Wait! We’re trying to help you, hold still!”

Twilight blinked rapidly at the voice, not expecting it to be the same accented one he’d heard outside the door, and he tried to focus his vision. Two blond heads swam into view, one closer than the other, and then gentle hands were on his wrists, messing with something.

Twilight felt his cuffs suddenly fall free, and his vision finally focused enough for him to confirm the two figures in front of him as the same that he’d run into outside.

“H... huh?” he said blearily, and the girl smiled at him, even as her guard frowned.

“Are you quite all right? I know this is probably a shock— ah,” she winced, “—bad choice of words, I’m so sorry. Anyway. Please tell me that you’re not actually a dangerous criminal and we didn’t just save someone who’s going to murder us?”

“I’m... not,” Twilight rasped, rubbing his wrists a little. They’d only been cuffed for a bit, but his hands still hurt. Probably from his efforts in trying to muffle his scream. “Why..?”

“One second,” she interrupted, and took his hand, studying his band. “I need to make sure they won’t track us in here.”

“That is my cue to remind you that this is extremely dangerous, and your father would not approve,” Champion said quietly, and the girl tossed her hair, giving Twilight a smile.

“Don’t mind him, he always says that,” she said, pulling out some small tools from her pocket.

“Because it’s almost always true.”

“May I remind you that you’re the one who pulled him in here?” the girl said casually, and Champion went quiet, and resumed his watch at the door without saying anything.

The girl went back to messing with the band on Twilight’s wrist, and a few quiet seconds ticked by, plenty of time for Twilight to wonder if he’d been knocked out and this was actually a bizarre dream. He looked over at Champion, standing silently by the door of what Twilight now realized was an empty office. His gaze was fixed firmly on the door, but he must have felt Twilight’s gaze on him, because his eyes flicked in his direction.

“Thanks,” Twilight said quietly, and Champion gave him a little nod.

Twilight closed his eyes with a sigh, feeling wrung out and confused. He was worried about his family. He was in pain and barely knew what had happened. And... now he was more or less on the run, and a politician’s daughter and her bodyguard were helping him.

Or something.

He was pretty sure he was right about the girl’s identity.

“And... there. I disabled the locator,” the girl said suddenly, tucking her tools away again. “I couldn’t do anything about the shocks right now though, I’m sorry. We’ll just have to hope they don’t keep it up.”

“Unlikely,” Champion murmured.

Twilight looked at his wrist in surprise, and gave her a grateful look. “Thank you. I... why are you doing this?”

The girl looked over at Champion, and though his expression remained the same, Twilight thought his posture softened.

“You needed help,” he said quietly. “And we could help you.”

“Yes. And it’s high time I did something other than follow my father around and give speeches nobody listens to,” the girl said, and Twilight breathed out a dizzy laugh.

“Knew I recognized you. You’re Zelda Floriana Hyrule.”

She nodded. “Yes. But you can call me Flora.”

“Flora. Ha... sure. No problem,” Twilight said with another faint laugh. He’d been right. Could this morning possibly get any stranger? “People call me Twilight. You uh... make a habit of helping random wanted supers who crash into you?”

Flora looked at Champion, and he shrugged.

“I’m making this up as we go,” she admitted, and Twilight couldn’t help his laugh. "I'll admit I've never done anything quite this extreme before."

Twilight was about to ask more questions, but then he heard his band make a noise again. Dread swamped over him, and Twilight frantically scooted back from Flora just in time for the electricity to course through him again.

It wasn’t higher then last time, but it was just as bad, and Twilight’s back arched as his world shorted out into a flash of white, a scream he couldn’t stop escaping his lips. Something quickly covered his mouth, but Twilight barely registered it, lost in the current tearing through him.

Either the shock didn’t last as long or Twilight passed out, but soon enough the electricity faded, and he was left gasping on the floor again. His cheeks felt wet, and his whole body was shaking as he dragged in heaving gasps.

Voices were swirling over him, and Twilight tried to focus past the agony searing his skin to listen to them.

“—still trying to flush him out,” Champion said, pressing his fingers to Twilight’s chin. Twilight vaguely realized he was taking his pulse, but he barely felt the touch he was shaking so hard.

“I have a couple tools in my bag that I should be able to use to shut off the shocking mechanism,” Flora said, her voice much smaller than before. “He won’t be getting out of here unless I disable that. But it’s in my father’s office here, we’ll have have to get Twilight there without being seen.”

“Easy,” Champion murmured, and carefully lifted Twilight up into a sitting position. “Can you hold your weight?”

“Y-yeah...” Twilight managed to groan, and Champion slowly helped him stand, more easily than Twilight would have guessed. Champion shifted his arms around to better hold him, and Twilight managed to catch his arm, and give it a grateful squeeze. “Th-thank you, so... m-much,” he whispered, and Champion nodded awkwardly in return.

“Just passing it on,” he said softly, and they got going without further discussion.

Twilight was having trouble focusing on much as they hurried down the halls, his entire body aching, thoughts scattered and bleary. He found his focus drifting back to what his agent had said initially, and he closed his eyes, anxiety for the rest of his family hitting almost as hard as the electricity had.

Somehow he had to warn them. Get word to them, tell them to get out, just... something.

He knew he was in no position to do that though, and even with his scattered thoughts he was well aware that by the time he could, it would... probably be too late. He had to hope that they somehow knew, and were preparing. Legend... Mom...

Two other faces joined theirs, and Twilight swallowed. He couldn't help any of them now. He couldn't even help himself.

All he could do was let two teenagers he barely knew drag him silently through the hallways.

And pray that his family was safe.